“Five minutes,” she mouthed, holding up five fingers. He nodded and glanced around, causing her to snicker. “What is he worried about?” she asked no one.
After the time had passed, she went in and signed in at the front desk. Walking around, she saw there were indeed a dozen or so guys inside working out and making noise. She saw Dane over by the free weights and looked around to see what she wanted to do first.
The girl at the front desk came over and pointed out the women’s bathroom and lockers, as well as showing her around some of the other facilities. After the brief tour, she went to the women’s locker room and pulled off her loose top, revealing the tight-fitting top that she’d dared herself to wear.
She smiled, looking down at the garment. It was tight, being a sports bra, but knowing Toni, it was made to accentuate her womanly assets, which was precisely what Samantha wanted. Turning, she saw a mirror and went to go look at herself. Her breasts did indeed seem to be the center of attention of her outfit. The sports bra was lower cut than a normal one and zipped up in the front. Still, it wasn’t any more immodest than anything else that Toni wore, but that wasn’t saying much.
Her blonde hair was pulled up in a high and tight ponytail, and she briefly considering doing something like Toni had done on the night she’d worked the topless section, but decided that it would take too long and she didn’t exactly know how she’d done it.
Her skin was smooth, and nearly blemish free. She’d never had many issues with it and considered it good genetics. She’d always thought that her nose and ears were a little too big, but people always thought they were cute and endearing for some reason, and she supposed that they fit her face.
Her eyes were very blue, and they were one of her favorite things about herself. Her dad told her all the time that she had the bluest eyes in Texas. He thought he was clever, but she loved him for the compliment.
She looked at her lips and smiled. She had a flash of a memory then, however, and she suddenly remembered an encounter with Pastor Dickhead. Before she’d been introduced to his wife, he’d told her that she had perfect dick-sucking lips. She supposed that meant that they were full, possibly plump. She looked in the mirror again, seeing memory of herself on her knees, her lips pursed as he pushed gently against them with the head of his cock. The image changed, and the cock-head was burbling forth a thick stream of warm cum, her lips still pursed as it flowed over them and into her mouth.
She groaned and whimpered, feeling a little weak in the knees. Then, steadying herself on the sink, she quickly turned on the water and looked around. She was still alone in the bathroom, thankfully. Washing her face quickly, she looked up at the mirror again. She shook away the memories, even though she could almost remember the taste of cum flowing over her tongue and turned to leave before she started playing with herself in the bathroom.
“God I’m horny,” she whispered, going over to the locker and putting her extra stuff in it. She pulled out her ear buds and popped them in, then put some music on her phone.
“Work out first, flirt later,” she told the image in the mirror, turning back to it for a few seconds.
Heading back out, she saw Dane look up and then look away. She looked around, seeing a myriad of guys working out, more than a few looking toward her. Her heart pounded a little faster at the attention, and she quickly went over to a treadmill.
She put in the settings she wanted and started to run at an easy pace. Immediately, she began to forget about everything that had happened to her with Pastor Dickhead, as well as all the anxiety and pent up frustration. A smile crossed her face then, and she knew that this was going to do her good.
After a few minutes, she looked around and saw the guys were still glancing periodically over at her. They were trying to be sly about their glances, but she wasn’t blind; at least not anymore.
Still, it was what she wanted, wasn’t it? Guys wanted to look at attractive women, to admire their assets. She briefly wondered if that was her true intention; to be made to feel attractive again.
Was that what Keith was doing? Was that the issue she was having trouble with?
She couldn’t rightly say. What she did know, was that she was enjoying the glances. It felt… empowering. She looked around, seeing a few other girls in the room. She didn’t get any looks from them, but they were obviously self-trained to ignore everyone else in the gym.
She smirked, wondering if they were here to be ogled as well. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on her breathing and continued her leisurely pace.
She opened her eyes a few minutes later and pulled her earbuds out as she looked around. Dane had moved to the bench press, and was swapping out with another guy, spotting each other. It looked like they were alternating yelling at each other too.
“Get it, come on,” the other guy yelled. “Again, yeah bro. Keep it goin’.”
Looking away, she glanced around the room and saw that a few of the guys and one of the girls had left. She saw a particularly handsome guy over by the dumb bells, but he was obviously in love with himself, as he was looking in the mirror and flexing, looking closely at his muscles.
She snickered quietly.
“Muscle-bound dickhead,” a voice to her left said. She glanced over and saw a younger looking guy. He was looking in the same direction she’d been and rolled his eyes. “You tend to get a few of them here. Then again, you get them at every gym.”
“Is he that in love with his image?” she asked, looking back.
The guy next to her chuckled and nodded. “It looks like it,” he replied.
She grinned and popped her earbuds back in, settling back into her run. Glancing to her left, she sized up the guy that had had the guts to talk to her. He was in pretty good shape, and she couldn’t help but glance down at his loose-fitting shorts and the big floppy bulge that was bouncing around as he ran.
She looked back to the other side quickly, smiling quietly to herself and forcing herself to concentrate on her run.
Finally, a few minutes later, she slowed down to a walk and let herself rest. Turning, she went quickly to the bench where she’d set her water bottle down and took a short sip, wiping her face with a towel. She glanced behind the machine that she’d been running on and saw the next row of three each had a guy in it.
She quietly smirked, realizing that they’d probably been ogling her ass as she ran. A quiet swell of pride filled her then, and she wondered if she should keep giving them a bit of a show.
The guy that spoke to her started a slower pace, and then started walking as she looked around for what to do next.
“What are you trying to work on?” he asked, looking directly at her face.
“He must be used to girls in here,” she realized.
She looked up at him and smiled. “Well, I don’t really have a plan. I’m just trying to get back in the swing of things.”
He nodded. “Rowing and running are really good for stamina, if you’re trying to build that up.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty out of shape, so it might take me a while to get back to my old pace.”
He shrugged. “You seemed to be holding your own pretty well.”
She smiled. “Thanks, but I feel like I’ve got sand in my shoes.”
He chuckled and nodded, then stepped off the treadmill and went to wipe down and get a drink.
Turning, she went to another machine and started to work on her legs. After that, she moved to another machine, and another after that. She smiled, seeing her little herd of pervs following her around the room.
Eventually, the other girls had left, and she seemed to garner the attention of most of the rest of the guys. The muscle-bound lummox that was fawning over himself at free weights had given himself the finger-guns and actually blew himself a kiss before he went and showered off and left.
She glanced over at the guy that had spoken to her and they both laughed quietly, Sam rolling her eyes in amusement.
Selecting another machine, she sat down after selecting a weight and put her arms against the pads, then swung forward. The weights didn’t move, and she giggled. Starting to stand, she intended to lower the weight, but someone came over before she could.
“I’ll get it,” he said, smiling. It was a different guy. He wasn’t as cute as the first one, but he was more muscular and seemed to be more of an upper body workout type. “How much lighter?” he asked, glancing up.
“Surprise me,” she said, smiling.
He chuckled and moved the pin up several stones and nodded. “How’s that?”
She got back in position and swung her arms forward, feeling the strain in her muscles.
“Maybe one less,” she said.
He nodded, and quickly pulled the pin out and raised it one more, then came around to the front.
She tested it again and smiled, seeing him watching her. “That’s much better,” she said. “Thanks.”
He smiled and walked over to the free weights.
She glanced over at the guy that had spoken to her first and saw him ogling her for a second before he caught her looking at him and turned away. She smirked, seeing him blush.
Slowly, she started to force the weights forward and did a few reps. After that, she went and got another drink and toweled off. Looking around, she saw an open spot on the free weights, and decided to go and try those out.
The bigger guy cocked his head at her as she came over and pulled out some of the lightest ones on the rack.
“I’m assuming you aren’t using these?” she asked.
He chuckled and shook his head, lifting the weights marked 45lbs up in a series of curls. She stood a few feet away and started to mimic his movements. He smiled, then laughed, amused that she was copying him.
“Hey, you’re not supposed to laugh at me,” she said, lowering both weights.
“Alternate,” he said, chuckling. “Go all the way down with it, and keep your arms up, like this.” He demonstrated the technique, and she caught on to what she’d been doing wrong.
“Ah,” she said, mimicking him again.
He nodded and started lifting again.
After a few reps, he went and toweled off, so she followed suit, making a show of watching him take a drink and then towel himself off, and repeated his movements in exactly the same manner.